Assistant Assassin

Assistant Assassin: Not a political Assassin just in a league of our own. Certain circumstance lead to my high rankings. Staring blankly into the eyes of those uniformed men. No matter our President, the league of assistant assassin will constantly be present. Innocent life's spread across these desert sands. So discrete the Government. Defeated, when the victimize speaks of peace. Increase the struggle in third world countries. They're struggle my struggle! Named my M16, the GIFT OF THE FREE. That was way back when I was young in naive. Shhhh, WHAT IS FREEDOM? In the land of the free, the home of the depressed, suppressed youth, they're dream not educational but on the corner near that telephone booth. Crack sales for the CRACKA, assistant to the ASSASSINS. I've realized my war is deeper than my so called military appearance. Thank you for my militant mind and the start of my revolutionary action. My satisfaction is in my faith, giving to the youth before they become me in this white mans league... I'm a assistant assassin... Broken, molded, hungry, ordered, stricken, no freedom of speaker, no freedoms at all, forgotten history of love and misery and finally i've rebelled. Rebelled for the lies, rebelled for freedom, rebelled for the love of my people, rebelled to live, rebelled to give, rebelled to forget the corrupted in this Corps of Assassins. I've loosen the bond of social bondage. I've broken the chains that healed me capture. When I get out they gon' feel my rapture... My own league of Lyrical Assassins.

Created

What we've created from Scratch

It started with burst of laughs

Exchanging pains w/ no names.

Fears we've come accustom to creating.

Making life and love worth hesitating

I've acknowledge your worth

Th beauty within that's been with you

since birth.

Had a friend say... I'm in love and I don't 

even know it.

Maybe I show it, maybe I know it...

When my hearts smiles, when your

ring tone sings.

The tone of your voice, eases everything

Miles seperate physical but it doesn't matter

because my spirit is drawn

And we can speak for hours at a time.

Even when dawn approaches and 

We both sleepy eye.

About anything, even your love for apple pie.

I spy with my brown eyes...

This amazing human being.

One day she may turn into my future Mrs. Me.

Creating love and happiness together

Even in this rainy weather.

What we created this winter, touched my center.

Focus all eyes on you, damn love I'm happy

I found TRUTH with you[Krystal].

Street Corner: I WILL Work For LOVE

Truth, had dark roots of insecurity.

Her needs and my wants collided against rocks.

I stand here alone in my same socks

Different block, New sign, Reads:

I WILL WORK FOR LOVE.

Starving for the very essence you contain.

In love and insane...

THe chemical balance that has me standing here.

Hoping you... yes you, catch the meaning.

I clean up very well.

That smell, it's not piss... It's tears!

I cry, yes I cried for the lost of a person who was

NOT TRUTH.

In reality she lost the truth in her meaning.

Becoming her deity, praising a beauty.

Tarnishing a soul.

I WILL WORK FOR LOVE.

Not any love, UNCONDITIONAL.

Love with equal dimensions.

Extensions of spirits that have known each other

From one life to the next.

WILL work for love, not built on sex.

Simple things... "I LOVE YOU" your threw a text.

Because 24hrs is more than a distance

Than the LONG for instance...

WORK for love, persistence!

In this life, as my lover and then as my wife.

FOR LOVE...

On this corner, while my belly aches

knowing you exist.

Kissing the Concrete, knowing your the rose

that grew from it.

Blossoming, on this block...

Stopped on this corner because here is where

my heart stopped.

Street Corner: I the Poet and She the Violinist

I await alone on a street corner holding up a sign that reads:

"I AM PRICELESS" but spoke a few lines.

Seeking souls condemned by man but loved by God.

She stops, listened and applauded... TRUTH.

Stood next to me and told me a story threw her violin.

Exchanged pains, I the poet and her the violinist.

Intermingling souls wrapped around each others notes.

Intrigued by phases, inked on pages.

Rearrange sign, reads:

WE ARE EMANCIPATED

From mental slavery.

WE ARE CHANGE

November 4th

WE ARE

As I was... As I am but now with completion.

Deliverance, of the soul I once sort out to

Sync.

Unlike Truth, most woman find happiness in Minx's.

I rather fall in love with a woman who can THINK.

Intellectuals finding self, while "man" is quick to hate.

Debating, clear conversation on my topics of

the once scorned.

Tell my present back to the day I was born.

Listening, not judging, acceptance of flaws.

Shhh, She's about to tell me her secrets and all.

I the poet and she the Violinist on this street corner.